Sunday, April 13, 2008

I don't remember anything very often. However, sometimes I remember why I moved to Seattle.For the most part, it is because I feel safe. But safe is no cause for celebration, rather it is dull and I'm not interested in it.It's not really the most bike-friendly place and most of the people think they are better than me. It makes me laugh, too.However, as I battled drunk traffic on my bike on my way home from gay bingo tonight, a man ran into the street and flashed me his tata's.it was great. I could not help but smile and laugh. it made my night and i could tell my response made his. would this interaction happen in Manhattan? or Worchester? i think not.everyone can suck it, cuz seattle is my home